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Everywhere so far

The weather was slowly turning against us

The Weeping Wall

A row of old house boats permanently moored

A beautiful vantage point. My safari group is below for perspective

Front entrance to the massive Lal Qila, or Red Fort

Our view from the 9,500ft (or 2,850meter) summit of Triund plateau

Manjinder making some delicious chapati

On the Mount of the Olives overlooking Jerusalem

Jama Masjid from the side, showing its central dome and minarets

The Royal Tombs in the morning light

The Greyhound in full sprint

The view from our boat’s porch

The interior of our houseboat. Amanda and I couldn’t believe the deal we received. Look at the rugs, the ceiling, the furniture. Somehow we had this boat all to ourselves for two days.

Looking out at Dal Lake from where the wetlands end and the water spreads uninterrupted in all directions

This is the shot everyone wants….

Amanda enjoying the sunset

Spirit of the Sikh soldier, by my grandfather Sukhdev Dail (Sukhi) and his brother Jagmohan (Uncle Ji)

Coming through the canyon to catch a first glimpse of the Treasury

…This is the shot most people have to settle for

…continue and continue…

“The Archer” by Sukhdev Dail

I love this shot of a couple boys hanging out on top of the Roman Amphitheater

Uncle Ji below a picture of himself taken at my aunt’s wedding in the early 80’s

The center of Old Delhi

Communist buildings in Bishkek

Shikaras bobbing across the placid water

Niki, the ball- stealing lovable lab

Fading light

Returning the flag of India to the Border Security Guard’s office

The entire faculty and student body of Greenway kindergarten

Grandstands at the Wagah- Attari Border

Looking down at the madness of the markets of Old Delhi

Normal foot traffic on the bridge. Pretty soon here I’m going to have to blog about the cows of India

Ancient ruins atop the Amman citadel

This was the last place I could take photos, just as we were about to enter the monastery

Checking out the local market in Hauz Kaus

The massive walls of the Red Fort…

Keep going up, and up, and….

Houses roll over each other on the hill side

Anything that makes it easier to get a view like this is sure to be a lifelong passion

Laxmanjulah Bridge

The only photo I took. Without any description it’s hard to tell anything at all is happening

Sunset after the rainstorm in McLeod Ganj

The Taj Mahal as it first appears through the entry gate

McLeod Ganj

paddling in towards one of the produce markets

The front facade of the Jama Masjid, standing in the elevated courtyard used for prayer

A wild camel scurrying away

The Monastery

The lowering of both Pakistan and India’s flags

He totally stole somebody’s banana

One of the small classes at Greenway

The swap meet in the center of the city where all motorcycle sales, purchases, and maintenance happens

Bridge over the Ganges in Laxmanjulah, the power of the river is very deceptive

The entrance to Gyuto Monastery in Dharamshala

Amanda in front of the water fall

First ever Tuk- tuk (or Rikshaw) ride

The village of Rama

Looking out from Amin’s cafe

Monu (in the cap) and Uncle Ji (on the right) talking with the farm hands

Punam in front of her Greenway Public Kindergarten

I also had the pleasure of being in Jerusalem during election day; Herzog versus Netanyahu

Samy. He said he would only let me take a picture of him if I let him wear my glasses for it. Deal. And as a parting gift he gave me a necklace he had made.

The view from our guest house. Mon Peak of the Dhalaudhars

I had a big and very loving host family in Bo

Heart of Laxmanjulah

The Golden Temple

Practicing my “J”

The Treasury of Al Khazneh from above

Paddling into town

The 16,000ft snowcaps of the Tian Shan mountains just south of the capital city of Bishkek, at only 2,000ft

There she is

I even got a picture and short article in the local paper

The Wadi Rum stretched seemingly forever in any direction

Shikaras sitting still as a motorboat passes them

One of the many patch jobs my bike has received. This one is from my Chuar Chra neighborhood mechanic, Dilzin, helping me attach my new clutch.

Left to right, Sombrit, Manjinder, Baraj, and Monu

Thousands come every day to watch the border between India and Pakistan close

The Corinthian Tomb

Eliza, Amin’s yound daughter

My view from the grandstands

The Dome of the Rock on Temple Mount

Crazy Himalayan roads

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